It feels like I won't be able to love again
I don't know if I am just bored at the thought of it The touching does not excite me I am bitter at the thought The affection and smiles seem synthetic Because they always have been before Where do we go to find love again The answer is that no one knows
When I was little my mother was always near
I did as I was told no questions asked Until the age of twelve when everything was clear I began to quesiton the things I was tasked Caring less and less if mother was around Acting reckless keeping my feelings masked My friends and I would terrorize the town Giving no regards to others and acting like fools It was five years before the old me was found I found relief in music so it became my tool The stress of my parents was too much to take I wanted to give up on everything including school I rarely asked for much and made my own cake But I was sick and tired of not having freedom So I signed my life away for some rank When I graduated I left for a few seasons The confidence I gained was what I'd needed Although my absence was for no clear reason As my eyes open wide my mind becomes heated Everybody is ignorant whether they agree or not I have new standards for how I need to be treated I promise I've been through more I've been through alot Treat me with resepct and understanding when I speak Being right sometimes doesnt add value to your thoughts Thinking a lot means not that I overthink Listening not to me but others is destructive I know from experience not from a link I'm not a child anymore that little boy is rusted I'm a grown man that has his own views But I still make mistakes on who should be trusted If the effort is mainly on one side who has to choose When nobody wants to make up I have to grown upwards Because my sidekick Watson surely doenst get the clues Yet I'm still competing against myself for no rewards The effort I put in doesnt reciprocate So I get edgy because I have a goal I'm working towards Every conversation feels like a new debate My relations are irrelivent and you don't listen You aren't honest most often being fake No being mad you're never wrong in your vision Of course those rules never apply to me Tu eres el hefe and thats your mission The point is that I've matured in ways you wont see I grow weary of your demands and lack of understanding and I still find myself wanting to be free What goes up must come down and I'm landing I hope I maintain my composure and retain sanity My last one took that from me without my planning In the process I was filled with vanity I pray you're not the same resulting in a tragedy
I’m sorry my love
But it has to be done The clouds have moved in I’m no longer your sun My heart is aching At the thought of what was My will is breaking ... I’ve just had enough
I hope you are happy with me around
Tonight can see you're not Your voice sounds tired and low Feel like a ghost you forgot Know you are growing irritated Put me down sometimes for no reason Act like I am just being crazy Your cold shoulder and this winter season In front of friends we share You should be sensitive I am trying to be reasonable I am weak-my soft spots are quick to forgive Want to be as fun and carefree as you Isn't as easy as you make it look Under your smile I sense something else What will bring back joy that I took?
You say I make you happy but I know I don't make you happy like I used to
Another day goes by where I ask myself why I continue to live this miserable life
i can still smell the pungent air of
my old shoes on your two feet and see the boulder on your shoulder—hence the welcoming, open door. never mind my silence, see those bottles you sent knocking me into a soldier in a warzone, fighting for my sealed freedom. i am breathing fine and well within the confines of my room walls and warm blankets, and i will not beg anew a soft, suede-covered command. i yearn a bow—a salute to the space now.
i've had enough unwanted attention, case closed.
Anger brings out a side of people
Perhaps one that hasn’t been seen But then again it’s useful It makes the slate start clean I have a motto now I’ll live each day for me I’m done trying to satisfy the thirsty man And portraying what he wants me to be Let’s be honest I should’ve seen this coming After all he wasn’t mine But God it shouldn’t of hurt like this And I shouldn’t be silently crying
I'm at my limit
Struggling to keep it I can't speak loud Somebody, help me out. Help me, please? I just want peace... I can't afford to loose, Please, do not abuse. I hear it whisper... Luring me to unleash her Her words are so sweet, But I must stay on my feet. Don't force her out!! Or, I'll black out... It will be messy... I'm afraid, help me.
my life with hyperacusis...